Previously-
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy." He said nervously shaking her hand.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Potter." She smiled sweetly.
"Look at the time, I've got to run, Dumbledore will be wanting his- he'll be wanting to see me. Here's your ticket Harry." Hagrid said before walking away in a hurry. Mother and I started walking away, only to find Harry standing there staring at his ticket.
"Well come on, you don't want to miss the train!" I yelled at him, making him run up to us. We reached the platforms and watched as a few other families walked through, including the Weasley's. Harry watched, confused as they ran through the barrier.
"Don't worry, dear. You just have to run straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Draco, you go on and I will help Mr. Potter." My mother said, motioning for me to go. I ran through the barrier and watched as Harry and my mother followed closely behind. I hugged my mother and said goodbye before I lead Harry onto the train. In my other life, I had waited for Crabbe and Goyle and sat with them. This time, I found an empty compartment and Harry and I sat down. We talked a little and about half an hour later, the trolley stopped by our compartment.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" The old lady asked. Harry looked at it like he hadn't seen food in months.
"We'll take the lot." Harry said, pulling out several Galleons from his pocket. I raised my eyebrows at him. We began eating tons of candy as I explained to him about what different types there were. He then began to tell me about his home life. I never knew he had been treated so badly before.
Just then a bushy haired girl walked into our compartmented king if anyone had seen a toad. It was Hermione Granger.
"No, sorry. Would you like some help looking?" I said, trying to find my voice which had vacated at the thoughts of her at the Yule ball.
"No thank you, we are almost there anyways, may I sit with you?" She asked cautiously. Harry and I both nodded, then tried to hide as many candy wrappers as we could. She looked at Harry. "What did you do to your glasses? Oculus Repairo," she said, watching the piece of tape vanish off of Harry's newly fixed glasses. I was impressed. That was a third year charm that she knew before we even arrived. "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter." She said, seeing his scar.
"Yes, I am." Harry replied smiling.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" She asked smiling at me.
"Draco Malfoy." I responded.
"Pleasure meeting you both, you may want to put on your robes, I expect we will be arriving soon." She said pulling a book out of her bag and curling up in the seat to read it. I smiled at the thought. She had always loved her books didn't she?
Harry and I put on our new robes and sure enough we arrived at Hogwarts within minutes. Hagrid led us to the boats and Harry, Hermione and I occupied the first one. I remembered my other life, thinking the boat was going to sink because Crabbe and Goyle were in it. I laughed at the thought.
We walked into the castle and waited in front of the doors to the great hall. I suddenly got nervous. Was I going to be sorted back into Slytherin? Away from my new friends?
We were lead into the great hall and stood in a group in front. Hermione got called first, just as I remembered. The hat shouted "Gryffindor." And she held her thumbs up to me and Harry.
"Draco Malfoy." McGonagall said, motioning for me to go up to the chair. I sat down and she placed the hat on my head.
"A Malfoy, eh? Your mind is older in years than body, you have been given a second chance, have you not? Yes, you would do very well in Slytherin, just as your family, but you wish to not lose your new friends. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!" I sighed in relief, and hoped off the stool to sit next to Hermione. The teachers seemed gobsmacked.
I saw Crabbe and Goyle get sorted into Slytherin and watched Ron Weasley whisper something in Harry's ear.
It was Harry's turn and we watched as he sat on the stool, seemingly chanting something. The hat yelled out "Gryffindor," and he ran over to me and Hermione smiling as he took his seat. Ron Weasley got sorted into Gryffindor as well and gave me an evil look before chomping away at his food. I already knew my father would be beyond angry at the news that I was in Gryffindor. I would most likely be punished when I got home for winter hols. But I could care less about my father. The cruel sadistic man.
The term went by quickly, including the three headed dog and Troll at Halloween. Hermione had been crying over something the idiot Weasley had said to her. Harry was going to stay for Christmas and look in the Restricted Section while Hermione and I went to our homes. I was nervous. I had ignored all the letters my father had sent me, though I knew he was very angry and disappointed with me. I knew all the spells and homework for school up until 6th year already but I only showed off when I was angry, like at Weasley after Halloween. Harry, Hermione and I had gotten close. Closer than any friends I had before.
Christmas hols were over soon, thank Merlin. My father was furious at me, even to the point where he used the Cruciatus curse. He had tried to use legilimency, but I had already put up my occumency walls. That stumped him. I had told him that I would never be like him and that I chose my own path.
I had cast a glamour charm on myself before getting on the train to go back to Hogwarts. Hermione had found me and gave me a big hug, asking how my holidays went. When I winced, my concentration on the glamour charm broke and she saw my wounds.
"Draco! What in Merlin's name happened to you! Was it your father?" She asked, making the last part almost silent.
"He wasn't very pleased with me." I said reapplying my glamour charm.
"I am taking you to Madame Pomfrey when we arrive back at Hogwarts." She said with her hands on her hips.
"NO! I mean, no, please? I know some spells to heal the cuts and bruises, if I teach them to you, can you fix them? Please, Hermione?" I said straining to keep my voice calm. I didn't need other people to know. Harry and Hermione knew how my father treated me, but no one else did.
By the time We arrived back at Hogwarts, Hermione had healed most of my wounds. She had made me agree to tell Harry.
The rest of the school year passed quickly and the three of us had stood against Quirrell and Voldemort for the Sorcerers stone. I had gone to the hospital wing with minor injuries thanks to Hermione while Harry had gone on and faced Voldemort.
Soon it was time to go back home, and sure enough it was an awful summer, until my elf, Dobby, had told me that Harry was trapped in his room. I had Dobby apparate me to Harry's and then take us both to Hermione's. Her parents welcomed us into their home, though if never seen a muggle home before, and let us stay the few last days of summer. Hermione had been worried when she hadn't heard from either of us all summer.
I didn't want to go through all the books again, so I kind of abbreviated them a bit!